Gemotions

He walked into the room to find his roommate, Sam, staring intently at the pages of his journal. A feeling of profound stillness settled over him. He had been so afraid of this moment, so consumed by the possibilities of discovery. Now that it was here, it was… nothing.

He walked over to his desk, picked up a pen, and started to write. He wrote about his roommate, about the things he loved, about the things he hated. He wrote about the simple things in life. The ink flowed effortlessly across the page. The world was new again.